the knowledge house

That's what a library is! (even the small ones...)

They are full of wisdom. Most part of answers are there... So many explanations!

Further: magic stories, (fairy)tales, dreams... maps, recipes, tips, meanings, alternatives. Several universes in a single (unique) place!

Its books are its windows for the world, while through each one we can see it in a different way. A lot of possibilities, entire prosperity.

Well, I feel myself comfortable there, secure. I really appreciate only look at this silent and ample paradise (although he tells me a-plenty!).

My safe port. Enriqueta's too (actually, for anyone!).

along with mum

Today, on Mother's Day, althought it hasn't been, I confess that could had happened with me...

I have never thought that I really was pregnant. However, some times I wonder myself about my life... How it would be with children? Or rather: how I would be as a mother?

Well, firstly, I strongly believe that my life would be completely different now if I have kids. For instance, I would not be here, in Rio. Probably, I would have travelled less than I did in addition of have too much responsibility and worry than now. At the same time, I would  feel some unique love that I reckon only who the mothers know...

Me, as a mother, I suppose I'll be a free woman. Struggling, I would carry my offsprings with me everywhere. Maybe this predisposition was brought about by my mother when she camped with a 12-day little girl! - believe it. It seems something hippie. It wasn‘t though. Of course that happened due to my father, who used to love camping trips besides never minds either about both his wives and kids' convenience.

Afterwards, later their separation, I became a separated-woman daughter. So, I was all my childhood used to sleep on chairs of any bar or restaurant. It was good for me, since gave me huge notion of reality while allowed my mother to enjoy her youth. I’m proud about her effort. Necessary - after all, she was free (besides beautiful) to live, find someone else, etc. I just have to compliment her! [Mum, happy Mother's Days. Thank you for everything you still do for me!]

Bar, trips, carnival, parks, dinners, some friends meetings… In my opinion, in all those events is possible to take kids along. Of course they need special cares, likewise a little comfort. Whereas that it is solved, single mothers/fathers (in the same way, couples) are able to follow they fellows at their programming.

Ok, I forget to mention that have patience is essential. However, once children are used to be with you at these moments, as a consequence they are supposed to behave themselves well. Hence, it is a matter to keep them socially active in order to not make them as boring as bored - for sure, all which we try to avoid. 

Nevertheless, I hope to be married with the father of my children to give them a standard family (or at least try it!). I wish to, but if it wont be my destiny, I’m not planning to be at home, locked, with my progenies, wasting my life as a woman. Become a mother doesn’t mean that the sexual life is finished - something important to advise not only divorced, but married ladies too - some simply forget their (poor) husbands, putting them aside as a result of maternity.    

struggler mum

The way I see it, have children as a roll is interesting once you make a good use of the baby’s furniture, his clothes, toys… almost everything. On the top of that, they are going to make each other company, be friends, while you naturally  get less stressed and relieve a little of worry about them.

Having twins is a dream that I would to come true. I can’t agree with who says that is a doubled work! Obviously it will have more tasks, but not 50% further! Let’s face that if you are going to breastfeed, change diapers, cleaning poop and many vomits, lose any sleep over one baby, why not over one (or two) at one dash?

Well, I said before that, as a mother, I’ll be a brave struggler one.

freezing

De Niterói pro Rio, da Barra pra Zona Sul (ou vice-versa) - não importa qual seja o itinerário... Juro que eu não entendo a necessidade de um ônibus andar com a temperatura de seu interior congelante. Ambiente tipo frigorífico... sendo que os passageiros não são pinguins! É desconfortável, desnecessário.

Em dias de MUITO calor, até vai, mas quando o clima está fresquinho, não há necessidade. Na boa, é muita falta de noção dos motoristas. Parece que eles não sabem usar, não entendem o que o próprio nome do aparelho já diz: ar condicionado é para CONDICIONAR a temperatura de forma a deixá-la agradável.

Certo abuso inconsciente, numa necessidade de utilizar ao máximo um benefício. Fica a impressão de que extrapolam para compensar a falta do eletrodoméstico em suas casas... Maldade minha? Um pouco, confesso. Mas, sinceramente, é o que acabo por supor.

Impossível embarcar num desses veículos sem casaco (mesmo no verão). Quem dirige se movimenta, está perto do motor quente. Lá atrás, porém, as pessoas chegam a ficar encolhidas, no canto, sofrendo caladas, morrendo de frio. E o pior: elas não reclamam! Talvez porque suas ideias estejam congeladas... Ou lhes falte atitude (mas isso já é assunto para outro rugido desta mula).

pronto socorro

Não tenho dúvidas que abraços curam... de criança, então, tudo de bom (só energias positivas!); recarregadoras naturais da bateria interior, o coração. Melhor que isso, só colinho de mãe!  - carinho, conforto e proteção garantidos.

nas nuvens

O que a cama de hotel tem que a nossa cama, em casa, não tem? É o colchão, os lençóis, as cobertas, os travesseiros... tudo?

Como pode ser tão mais gostoso, tão envolvente, tão macio e confortável? Uma pena estarmos sempre de passagem, na correria, com hora para acordar, não perder o café da manhã e não poder se deliciar mais e melhor nesse aconchego todo que é esse leito. Um deleite.

Deve ser boa assim por ser impessoal, além de branca e limpíssima, cheirosa. Tem a árdua missão de receber as mais diferentes pessoas, agradar a gregos e troianos, relaxar os mais tensos e estressados empresários, produtores (como eu), artistas e quem mais for passar uma ou mais noites ali, ou lá, onde for. Não é popular. Infelizmente, poucos já provaram e sabem a que me refiro, mas deveriam (pelo menos uma vez na vida poder experimentar tal sensação, tanto alívio).

Quero deixar registrado que AMO cama de hotel. É um pedacinho do céu em 'dias-cão'. É como estar nas nuvens em meio a um inferno na terra. Exageros à parte, destensiona, faz-me sonhar mais gostoso, ir longe sem sair do lugar, inconscientemente.